Oh, my God, I'm horrifying!
I don't craft unless forced. I can barely thread the sewing machine, and would rather Heat & Bond a hem than sew it--that's how I made my last set of curtains, too. The only baby things I make (mostly under threat of mother-nuclear war) are those comforter type ones that have a nursery print on each side and a batt in the middle. I tie them with yarn, rather than quilting them like a civilized person. The only kind of paint brush I pick up is a roller.
I am in total awe of you people's patience to do this stuff.
I haven't directed a play in years, and I've given up the church choir. What the heck DO I do??
Let's see...I'm a total biblio-addict. A book a day at least--sometimes two, depending on what I pick up. (This means I've got several thousand books library-boxed in my garage. And a couple hundred that need to be reboxed or integrated into my library boxes, which means that I need to get a couple dozen boxes. If I had a house the size of my parents', I wouldn't have room enough to put all the books on shelves, never mind all the new ones I keep buying. I'm hopeless.)
I'm usually working on pieces a book. No, you can't see any of it. It's PIECES, I told you. I've started 4 or 5 and never finished one, and you can't see those either. If I thought they were worth looking at, I wouldn't have quit working on them! They're just for me.
DISNEYLAND! Most often, it's to meet friends who're on vacation. (Sometimes it's Universal Studios. I draw the line at Magic Mountain, though.) I'd much rather meet them at the Park, hang for a while standing in line for Space Mountain, etc., or holding a spot for the fireworks than have to cook them dinner before they come over, make a big mess in my too tiny kitchen, eat on TV trays because my table is too small, and then chase them out the door before having to clean my kitchen before I have to get half a night's sleep before I go to work. Disneyland does all the cooking, cleaning, etc., and I can just enjoy my friends, and have an excuse to go home to bed at a more reasonable hour.
I CAN cook. I just don't love to in my tiny kitchen. But my mustard potato salad and my Jaw-Breaking Lemon Chicken are legendary, and my fried chicken and my turkey dinner are not far behind.
Oh, here's what I do! I get rid of dysfunctional people. I love to do this!
I'm quite good at telling in a very short time when an SO is a useless lump, and finding subtle little ways to encourage my friend to rid themselves of said albatross. I'm responsible for the dumping of at least 40 albatrosi--though probably half of the albatrosi were attached to Kathy.
But I refuse to give up MY friends because they can't make decent choices about life mates.
The 2 divorces I'm take partial credit for would not have been marriages if I'd known my friend before he/she got married to begin with-ugly, ugly stories, and both times all I could do was wonder what were their families THINKING?? Were they blind, or just stupid?
I guess an albatross would call me a low-down meddling cow--if they were being circumspect about it. I'll plead guilty as charged.
This doesn't take up nearly as much of my time as it used to, as the majority of my friends are now married/committed to really nice--and some of them even really cool--people. (That's where I get the kids to play with, so it's not like its all altruistic or anything. Don't get the wrong idea.
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